Thursday, November 29, 2007

It's so sad what we have becomeBeautiful days we seem to leave so undoneAnd I don't know where we will go from hereAll I know is that I can't seem to see the sun Through the sky from here

Everyone has a finger But they can't point me to the lightIt can't be that hard to find After all we're so bright

I don't know if tomorrow has a dayI don't know if the rays will shine my way againAll I know is that I'm standing in a place whereMy future is like the skies of L.A.Skies of L.A.

Skies of L.A.

I don't know if my body can take much moreWe're in the line of the richest richesBut my mind seems so poor

Everyone has a finger But they can't point me to the lightIt should't be that hard to find After all we're so brightI see so many visions But everyone seems out of sightThis is total neglectionSkies of L.A.